And on iBlue's note:
As the town of MRville begun to fill with people and reconstruction has neared completion, kufford stood at the cliff overlooking the renewed town, the wind blowing his cape. "You have filled your stomaches. You are now ready for the test. Below us is the village, the very same that has decimated our numbers years ago. You shall be tested. If you slaughter the village while avoiding detection, you shall become part of the Pack."
kufford made a flourish with his arm, and two men stepped out of the forest. "spillproof and Melrose, it is time."
"Werewolvez in da house!!!"
Moments after having spoken to the two wolves, kufford turned around and spoke to three hooded figures, "While Melrose and spillproof are busy with those guys, you two should move along to destroy your own village." kufford coughed since a chilled wind had hit him strong enough. " you three are one of the most experienced wolves in our pack. Don't let the village know who you are! Else know my wrath!"
The sun arose as the villagers woke up in their houses. It is yet another peaceful day in MRville. There was a long lasting peace after the villagers prevailed over the loathsome werewolves. The villagers hoped that the peace will last. This, however, is the day their hopes were dashed.
"Look!" a villager cried. The villagers gathered at the town's clearing turned their heads towards the forest where a stranger emerged out of the forest, limping and bleeding with giant claw slashes across his chest. "Were - Werewolves are among us!" the stranger cried before collapsing. By the time the villagers reached the stranger, he is already dead.
"TO THE GALLOWS WITH THE WASWOLVEZ!" cried someone in the group of villagers to shouts and shaking fists.
The decrepit gallows was once again quickly renovated and prepared for yet another round of lynchings.
Little did the villagers know... that there are yet another evil entity amongst them... waiting for the right time to strike, not with claws and tearing, but with elegance and bone-chilling efficiency.
"Perfect!", the now weakened wolf thought, "If I transfer over my essence into them, I might not have failed my master". The wind was against him, and an owl's hoot distracted the wolf. One could see the hot breathe from the wolf turning into condensed vapor as soon as it exited its nostrils into the cold night. Looking back at his prey, the wolf drew closer trying to be as silent as possible. Luckily the snow that had just fallen silenced his steps. The wind picked up paced and with it it brought a not so soothing chill. The wolf now shows his fangs, darts over and the fight starts. Hardly a fight, more of an ambush, in which the villagers, who were no match for the alpha wolf, ended up being taking in his essence and thus turning them both into his image. One was calm, cunning and assertive, while the other was impatient, aggressive and crazed. After the infection the lone wolf let a pain & success howl which can curl the blood of any creature nearby. The alpha wolf fell to the ground weak and in a true death bed now.
The howl drowned into a cold chilly night only lit by the full moon. "Go on now! Go to your village! Kill them all! However start with the one who made this bolt!" commanded the now on the ground wolf. The two newly formed wolves smelled the bolt on the ground that the alpha wolf had thrown in front of them. "I know who this is! Let's go, I don't feel like eating fish anymore, I know crave some human flesh" Before they left, the now ever so more weak alpha wolf cried out "Watch out for the cunning vampire lord that came to that village not so long ago!" The wolves stared at each other. Another hoot from the owl and small cold breeze. "A vampire?" said the first. "I knew a vampire had come to our village, that white traveler that came four days ago! Disgusting." said the second. "I'll slit his throat" roared the first. "Don't be hasty" roared the Alpha wolf, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend; use the villagers to nail him! Go now and don't fail our master!" The alpha wolf now having lost his essence, and what little strength he had during the fight let out one final howl. This howl was repeated over by his two new comrades as they ran onto Little Barcelium under the cold starred night. The cold night let on more wind and snow started falling covering up the tracks of what just had happened. The owl hoots again and a true wolf howl is heard in mountain.
Truly, something had survived.
It was at dawn, when the roaster starts to crow, that the villagers heard it. A loud roar and a scream. It had come from the house of the local blacksmith Tomorrow. In the morning villagers gathered around and determined to check on Tomorrow's house. What they saw made some of them puke their breakfast out. Tomorrow's body was split into five pieces with his middle section laying on the ground devoured.
A note left on the front door stated, "We had some breakfast." The note, was written in blood and a silver bolt was pressed in the middle. One of the villagers concentrated and turned his mind into figuring out what happened to this now dead guy. "He was mauled. Alas, he is a villager that never stood a chance." Another, wearing a cape and yielding a power crossbow, stated "Thank you for your scientific analysis Mr. Undertaker." "Let us not fight amongst ourselves, master " replied the other individual who also looked like the first, yet seemed younger in age. " we can well ask our Seer friend for help" he ended saying.
Villagers feared what had come to haunt them and turned to a local Sorcerer for help. Others simply resigned into the fact that they were cursed and that the name MRVille had brought this curse upon them. Seemingly, those who believed in deities ran towards the temple turning to the Priest seeking answers from the gods. An emergency village wide meeting was held led on by the Elder Council. Villagers had decided that they were about to start the lynchings until they could find who or what was responsible for this. An Executioner stood by the Council awaiting their orders. However, one of the villagers who was of skin as white as snow said, let's not get carried away. Maybe it was a one time thing. No, shouted on of the Village Elders, "we will not allow the same thing to happen to us." The second elder simply stated "This is for your own, for our own village's sake" yelled the second elder. The third elder shouted "Fellows, countrymen, brothers, it is time to go out and vote!"
It is now daylight of Day 1. Remember only Day 1 is 48 hours long and the rest of the days are 36 hours. Majority is 10 and the time limit ends on Wednesday December 8 at 10:30AM
As the town of MRville begun to fill with people and reconstruction has neared completion, kufford stood at the cliff overlooking the renewed town, the wind blowing his cape. "You have filled your stomaches. You are now ready for the test. Below us is the village, the very same that has decimated our numbers years ago. You shall be tested. If you slaughter the village while avoiding detection, you shall become part of the Pack."
kufford made a flourish with his arm, and two men stepped out of the forest. "spillproof and Melrose, it is time."
***
A bloodcurdling scream came out of the home of a man named King Mook Mook. A shadow creeps over the door of the home, and a blood-stained claw writes out a simple message in King Mook Mook's blood.
"Werewolvez in da house!!!"
***
Moments after having spoken to the two wolves, kufford turned around and spoke to three hooded figures, "While Melrose and spillproof are busy with those guys, you two should move along to destroy your own village." kufford coughed since a chilled wind had hit him strong enough. " you three are one of the most experienced wolves in our pack. Don't let the village know who you are! Else know my wrath!"
*
The sun arose as the villagers woke up in their houses. It is yet another peaceful day in MRville. There was a long lasting peace after the villagers prevailed over the loathsome werewolves. The villagers hoped that the peace will last. This, however, is the day their hopes were dashed.
"Look!" a villager cried. The villagers gathered at the town's clearing turned their heads towards the forest where a stranger emerged out of the forest, limping and bleeding with giant claw slashes across his chest. "Were - Werewolves are among us!" the stranger cried before collapsing. By the time the villagers reached the stranger, he is already dead.
"TO THE GALLOWS WITH THE WASWOLVEZ!" cried someone in the group of villagers to shouts and shaking fists.
The decrepit gallows was once again quickly renovated and prepared for yet another round of lynchings.
Little did the villagers know... that there are yet another evil entity amongst them... waiting for the right time to strike, not with claws and tearing, but with elegance and bone-chilling efficiency.
*****
Life was well in Little Barcelium. This was a town that fared well year round and has remained in relative peace. News however, had reached the town about recent events at nearby MRVille. As such, the town favored to recycle the name and use it for themselves as to attract the tourists and possibly new ways of making a living. However, the villagers got more than what they bargained for, since at the original MRVille, something had survived. A lifeless corpse, not lifeless anymore. Brought back to life by sheer will now stands; although barely on its four feet. On it's feet it managed to tear out that which had originally made him incapacitated, a silver bolt. The now revived corpse, running into the woods breaks branches left and right; panting it stops. Suddenly, two villagers from the new MRVille are spotted fishing near the almost frozen Ulua river. The two villagers were just there unaware of what danger was about to fall on them. The wolf looked at them not with eyes, there were no eyes. Just two yellow jewels that looked like fireballs straight from the pits of hell itself. Fury amassed within the wolf and he savored the success of his soon to be realized plan. He had everything to win, yet nothing to loose.
"Perfect!", the now weakened wolf thought, "If I transfer over my essence into them, I might not have failed my master". The wind was against him, and an owl's hoot distracted the wolf. One could see the hot breathe from the wolf turning into condensed vapor as soon as it exited its nostrils into the cold night. Looking back at his prey, the wolf drew closer trying to be as silent as possible. Luckily the snow that had just fallen silenced his steps. The wind picked up paced and with it it brought a not so soothing chill. The wolf now shows his fangs, darts over and the fight starts. Hardly a fight, more of an ambush, in which the villagers, who were no match for the alpha wolf, ended up being taking in his essence and thus turning them both into his image. One was calm, cunning and assertive, while the other was impatient, aggressive and crazed. After the infection the lone wolf let a pain & success howl which can curl the blood of any creature nearby. The alpha wolf fell to the ground weak and in a true death bed now.
The howl drowned into a cold chilly night only lit by the full moon. "Go on now! Go to your village! Kill them all! However start with the one who made this bolt!" commanded the now on the ground wolf. The two newly formed wolves smelled the bolt on the ground that the alpha wolf had thrown in front of them. "I know who this is! Let's go, I don't feel like eating fish anymore, I know crave some human flesh" Before they left, the now ever so more weak alpha wolf cried out "Watch out for the cunning vampire lord that came to that village not so long ago!" The wolves stared at each other. Another hoot from the owl and small cold breeze. "A vampire?" said the first. "I knew a vampire had come to our village, that white traveler that came four days ago! Disgusting." said the second. "I'll slit his throat" roared the first. "Don't be hasty" roared the Alpha wolf, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend; use the villagers to nail him! Go now and don't fail our master!" The alpha wolf now having lost his essence, and what little strength he had during the fight let out one final howl. This howl was repeated over by his two new comrades as they ran onto Little Barcelium under the cold starred night. The cold night let on more wind and snow started falling covering up the tracks of what just had happened. The owl hoots again and a true wolf howl is heard in mountain.
Truly, something had survived.
*
It was at dawn, when the roaster starts to crow, that the villagers heard it. A loud roar and a scream. It had come from the house of the local blacksmith Tomorrow. In the morning villagers gathered around and determined to check on Tomorrow's house. What they saw made some of them puke their breakfast out. Tomorrow's body was split into five pieces with his middle section laying on the ground devoured.
A note left on the front door stated, "We had some breakfast." The note, was written in blood and a silver bolt was pressed in the middle. One of the villagers concentrated and turned his mind into figuring out what happened to this now dead guy. "He was mauled. Alas, he is a villager that never stood a chance." Another, wearing a cape and yielding a power crossbow, stated "Thank you for your scientific analysis Mr. Undertaker." "Let us not fight amongst ourselves, master " replied the other individual who also looked like the first, yet seemed younger in age. " we can well ask our Seer friend for help" he ended saying.
Villagers feared what had come to haunt them and turned to a local Sorcerer for help. Others simply resigned into the fact that they were cursed and that the name MRVille had brought this curse upon them. Seemingly, those who believed in deities ran towards the temple turning to the Priest seeking answers from the gods. An emergency village wide meeting was held led on by the Elder Council. Villagers had decided that they were about to start the lynchings until they could find who or what was responsible for this. An Executioner stood by the Council awaiting their orders. However, one of the villagers who was of skin as white as snow said, let's not get carried away. Maybe it was a one time thing. No, shouted on of the Village Elders, "we will not allow the same thing to happen to us." The second elder simply stated "This is for your own, for our own village's sake" yelled the second elder. The third elder shouted "Fellows, countrymen, brothers, it is time to go out and vote!"
It is now daylight of Day 1. Remember only Day 1 is 48 hours long and the rest of the days are 36 hours. Majority is 10 and the time limit ends on Wednesday December 8 at 10:30AM
